"I think she hung up the phone before I finished my "Love you too."When I checked my e-mail a few minutes later I was surprised that there was another...e-Mail from one of the black guys in Atlanta. My heart sunk when I saw that there was an attachment. I opened up the e-mail and clicked on the file.In the middle of the frame was my lovely wife lying face down on a padded bench obviously in the hotel exercise room. She was wearing a white tank and pale blue work out shorts. It did not appear that. Her tongue lashed out, greedily licking her own wetness. I could not wait to taste her. When I rose to position myself between her legs, she planted her feet on the bed. I lay down between her legs, leaning down slowly between her knees until my face was level with her dark brown curls, matted with her wetness. I lapped up and down her slit and she lifted her hips to meet my tongue, urging me to penetrate her. Instead I nibbled at our outer lips, secretly aroused by her scent and the taste of. When she bent over you could just see the tops of her hose and white flesh of her creamy thighs peeking out. My own daughter was getting me real horny. After that I did her make up so she looked like a slut, with bright coral lipstick and mascara and eye shadow. I let her honey blond hair fall down around her shoulders. She looked gorgeous. After that she helped me get ready. Dave had asked me to wear my tiny schoolgirl skirt with white thigh hi’s and 6 inch heels, a demure white sheer blouse. After she slept I again crawled back and this time after lifting her saree switched on the torch. I was greatly erect to see her red black panties. I tried to touch it and she agin woke up. this time I hide below the bed. She slept back and I ran out of her room. My horniness and patience where now totally out of control. On the fourth night I decided its now or never. I again went to her room at night. With a torch I again lifted her saree and then hit the lights on her crotch area. This time.